First Line is my favorite weekly post! Booklovers can share the first line or two of the book you are currently reading…💗I love reading your comments!!

Here I go..

My mind has gone blank. I don’t know who Anna is or why I’m calling her name. I don’t even know how I got here.

Title: The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle

Genre: Mystery, Thriller

Author: Stuart Turton

Pub Date: September 18, 2018

Pages: 432

I am just a few chapters into this book I received from NetGalley and Sourcebooks Landmark, and I am still about as clueless as the opening line describes. 😳 But I’ve heard such good things about this book, I know it’ll be worth it.

What are you reading this Friday afternoon? Have you read this one? I’d love to hear your thoughts and read your First Line…

I haven’t read that book, Lana. I did start a new book today, by Kate Morton: “The Distant Hours”. The first lines are:
“Hush…Can you hear him?
The rest can. They are the first to know that is coming.”

I’ve enjoyed Kate Morton’s other books, hoping this one will be equally as good.

I’m going to cheat here because I just posted a review of the book I just read today, so I am going to post the 2nd thing that I’ve been reading.

March 1. A simple day between February 28 and March 2. A day that, in any other year, would have simply been a day filled with classes and an assembly. There was always an assembly on March 1. This year, though, rather than watching the assembly, Echo would be in the assembly. Up on stage with the other tenth-year students at Bakerton High School before beginning their Citizen Fitness Examination. An exam that she had spent the last six months preparing for. Six months of group study sessions in the basement of Housing Block 2983A, countless hours of private study under her sheets with a flashlight, and day after day of in-class studying. Six months of worrying that she would fail the test.

Well I read a lot but not as much as you. This is the opening of my favorite short story:

Imagine a morning in late November. A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago. Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town. A great black stove is its main feature; but there is also a big round table and a fireplace with two rocking chairs placed in front of it. Just today the fireplace commenced its seasonal roar.

It is “A Christmas Memory”, by Truman Capote. It is an autobiographic short story and a delight. You can find it on the web in pdf format if you like.